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The first day of school. It was always the best and the worst at the same time. Everyone showed up in their best clothes, hungry for attention from people that had starved them of it last year, while others did their best to hide the fact that they didn’t have new clothes and weren’t happy about being back. Today was no different.
Gabe arrived off the bus. One of the few students in the town that required one, not because his parents couldn’t bring him in, but because they wouldn’t. He stepped onto the sidewalk and looked up at the oversized building, staring at it for a moment considering if he should even bother going inside.
“Gabe!” Jaclyn yelled as she ran over to him, “I didn’t know if you would be here this year. Everyone was talking over the summer like you had moved. I missed you!”
He remained silent, looking at the other kids greeting each other warmly with fake smiles plastered to their faces.
“You didn’t miss me?” She pried, poking him in the ribs.
“I did, I just didn’t miss this place. Have you gotten your class schedule yet?” He asked, refocusing on her.
“Yeah! Let me see yours! I bet they didn’t put you in any of my classes. Your probably in the college classes again this year.” She said as she snatched the paper out of his hand.
“Wait. You only have one class?” She said a moment later looking at his paper. “There’s not even a name for it? How are you supposed to prepare for it?”
“I finished all the work they had last year a month in, remember?” He replied, “They probably just want me to come in to a study hall or something because I have to be here.”
The bell rang, signaling the start of the day.
“Oh fudge-nuggets! I’m gonna be late!” She panicked as she began sidewalking away, “I’ll try to find you at lunch, okay?”
Gabe nodded and began his shuffling walk to class, purposely making it take longer to get there. He arrived at the windowless door to the class fifteen minutes later and pulled it open revealing a classroom with only a teacher sitting at a student’s desk looking as though he were on break.
“Ah, you must be mister Gabriel Hudson! Welcome to class. I’m Mr. Thatcher.”
Gabe nodded and walked to a desk, sitting down without taking off his backpack, and simply stared at the blackboard.
“A quiet one, eh? That’s alright. You’ll have plenty to say as time goes on. Welcome to Advanced Human Possession.”